|When you show your face |
even the stones begin to dance with joy.
When you lift your veil
the wise ones lose themselves in awe.
The reflection of your face turns the water
into a golden shimmer
and softens even the fire into a tender glow.
When I see your face,
the Moon and the few floating stars around it
lose their glory.
The Moon is far too old and dim
to be compared with a mirror.
Your breath touched my soul and
I saw beyond all limits.
In your presence Mars,
the god of war sits peacefully
by the side of Venus.
Translated by Azima Melita Kolin
and Maryam Mafi
Rumi: Hidden Music
HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001